A/N: As promised, here is the sequel to "Who Says the Sixteenth Birthday Can't Be Sweet?". I hope you all are excited! I would respond to reviews, except SOMEBODY made a chat room out of my story *cough cough* Fifi/Epic Books, PrettiestPerson1, 39 clues lover, Deagan Friend, *cough*. Oh well.
Okay, so this story is going to be similar yet completely different than my first story. Partial credit of the idea goes to my reviewer WinnerOfTheHunt01 because I'm using some of their idea and some of my own. Oh well. Wow. I finished a story and I STILL get butterflies when posting Chapter 1 of Something? Geez.
Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 clues, Family Guy, Seinfeld, iPhones, Grand Theft Auto, Blue's Clues, or anything else that is copyrighted.
"Lady, this is a list of Grand Theft Auto cheats," he said before cuffing her. "And that was 'Blue's Clue's Kabra', live on tape. If anyone knows the actual identity of this woman, please call the number on the screen. This concludes our episode of Whack-Jobs Caught on Tape."
I turned to Natalie, "You didn't." She grinned, "Oh but I did." Ian rolled his eyes, "I guess I'll be calling that number then." "You are officially pardoned of all offenses against me," I said, pulling her into my lap.
"Good. Because it would be awful if you hated me forever." Then she pulled my face closer and kissed me to the tune of the Family Guy theme song and Ian arguing with someone from Whack-Jobs Caught on Tape.
-8 years later-
A dash of blush here, a touch of eye shadow there, and maybe a little off the top. "Natalie, you look perfect, I promise. You don't have to bring all of that makeup with you," Amy assured her. Natalie nodded absentmindedly, clearly in a different place.
"Natalie? Hello? Naaaaatttaaaaalliiiiieee?" Amy called, waving her hand in front of Natalie's face. Natalie jerked into awareness, grabbing Amy's hand in midair. "Geez. So touchy about your face," Amy grumbled good-naturedly.
Natalie smirked, "Well, Amy, it is important to look decent to events sometimes. Speaking of which, something desperately needs to be done to your hair." Natalie waved the hair and makeup lady over.
"Yes, Miss Kabra?" she asked timidly. "Please do something to that pregnant woman's hair," Natalie ordered, gesturing dramatically. Amy rolled her jade green eyes and glanced at the barely visible bump on her belly. "Natalie, I'm not that pregnant. Just two weeks." She patted her belly affectionately.
"Uh huh. And I already know the names you've decided on," Natalie said, inspecting herself in the mirror. Amy raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. Natalie rolled her eyes. "Madeleine Hope for the girl and Luke Arthur for the boy." Amy blushed and looked down.
"See? You're just uncreative like that, love," Natalie said, making sure to sound extra British. Amy smacked her forehead, "See? This is what I get for marrying into a British family. Now I have to change the names!" Natalie smirked before turning to look at the clock on the wall and jumping up.
"Oh! I have to go!" she exclaimed, running out the door. "Natalie?! Where the heck are you going?" Amy called. "Nowhere important! I'll be back in time to help with everything!" Natalie called back before running to her BMW, which stood there waiting.
Natalie's drive was about 20 minutes long, and it took her to a large grey building with bars on the windows and a black electric fence surrounding the area. She quickly parked and rushed inside.
After getting through all of the security, she walked up to the lady at the desk. "Oh. It's you, Natalie. She's in her room," the lady at the desk said drearily. Not that Natalie blamed her, working in a place like this was bound to make anyone dreary.
The lady, who Natalie recognized as Linda, who always worked at that time, handed Natalie a Visitor's Pass. Natalie walked to the room labeled 116 and knocked quietly on the door. "What?! Whoever it is, go away!" a voice screeched.
Natalie cringed, "Mum, it's me." She opened the door to find Isabel Kabra sitting on her plain white bed in a white nightgown. "Oh. So the great and glorious Natalie Kabra had come to see her pathetic mother 'Blue's Clues Kabra'. How sweet," Isabel sneered.
Natalie cringed. "Um, Mum? I know how much you care about hair and makeup, so I brought some stuff to do your hair and makeup, if you want," Natalie squeaked. Only her mother could make her so unsure of herself.
Isabel glared and mulled Natalie's offer over, then nodded, "Fine. But don't make me look as horrid as you." The comment stung, but Natalie ignored it and pulled a hairbrush out and got to work.
It took about an hour, but finally Isabel was done. She had her hair brushed smoothly and enough makeup to look like her old self. "There," Natalie said, satisfied, "you're done." She handed Isabel the compact mirror she brought.
Isabel thoroughly examined herself and, after a few minor adjustments, nodded approvingly. Natalie's heart warmed. Did she actually just bond with her mother, who was sitting in her bedroom at McKinley Asylum for the Criminally Insane?
Then Isabel looked Natalie over. "What's the occasion?" she asked. Natalie smiled slightly, "I'm going to a wedding." Isabel rolled her eyes and opened Natalie's makeup bag, "Hair and Makeup girls are idiots, you should know that by now." Isabel dug through the bag. "Wait. What color is your dress going to be?" Isabel asked.
Natalie looked down at her feet and blushed slightly. Isabel groaned, "Just tell me, you look horrid." Natalie ignored the harsh words and stared her mother down, "White."
Natalie burst in the door, fresh makeup applied and dress on. Technically Natalie had lied to Isabel; her dress was white but faded into a very faint pink at the bottom. Then there were sparkles everywhere. Overall it was very... Natalie. Her hair was up in a bun, pinned by sparkly clips, and the veil came down to her feet.
"Natalie?! Where the hell have you been?!" screamed Nellie, who burst in wearing a short purple dress with Gothic-looking lacey black sleeves. Her hair was still black and blond and she still wore enough eyeliner to make a raccoon proud.
"Umm makeup adjustments?" she said. Nellie looked her over doubtfully, "Mmhm. Oh well, your makeup is a bit too heavily layered." She waved the makeup girl over, who hurriedly began removing some of the makeup Isabel put on her face.
"You know, next time you run off, you should arrive before you have to go out. You know, just in case you have to go out!" Nellie screamed as loudly as she could without disturbing the ceremony. Natalie rolled her eyes and nodded. "Don't you roll your eyes at me young lady, I will-"
Nellie was cut off by Natalie's glare. She grinned sheepishly, "Sorry. I went into au pair mode. I forgot you're 24 already." Natalie nodded irritably. "Whoops, no time for a lecture! It's time!" Nellie exclaimed, pushing Natalie to the door and rushing out to find her seat.
The traditional bridal march played, and Natalie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped out. There were gasps of awe, and Natalie opened her eyes to see everyone she invited (which was a considerable amount of people, if you consider who was getting married) staring at her.
Huh, so this is what it feels like to get married, Natalie thought. It felt like... everyone was watching you, but you weren't you. It was like you were floating around, watching your own body. At least that's what it felt like to Natalie.
When she finally got down to the end of the aisle she saw her fiancée (and husband in about ½ an hour depending on how long the service and vows went) Dan grinning at her. The service started, but Natalie and Dan tuned everything out and spoke under their breaths to each other.
"A bit late, weren't we?" Dan muttered so quietly that only Natalie could hear. She groaned softly, "How did you know?" He gave a slight smirk in his cocky Dan-ish way, "Nellie's my au pair. I know what her 'You're late and I'm ticked off' voice sounds like."
"So where were you?" he asked. Natalie panicked slightly, then, picking the first excuse that came to mind, said, "Makeup emergency." He rolled his eyes, "You almost missed our wedding so you could do the makeup for our wedding?"
"Uh... yes...?" Natalie half-asked, half-said. "Perfectionist," he teased quietly. She smirked, "Dork. Nice tux." "Aw, don't go hating the tux!" he exclaimed under his breath. Natalie couldn't help but smile; 8 years later and he still acted like an immature teenage boy.
"Hey! You know you love me," he joked. Natalie rolled her eyes, "Isn't that why we're here?" Dan shrugged minutely, "I guess so." "If we weren't standing in front of 500 people right now I'd smack you," Natalie promised. "If we weren't standing in front of 500 people I'd kiss you," Dan promised back. Natalie rolled her eyes, "Wait a minute, you'll get your chance."
They turned to face each other. "Daniel Arthur Cahill, do you take Natalie Marie Kabra to be your lawfully wedded wife (etc. etc. etc.)?" "Oh I plan to," Dan muttered before saying, "I do." loud enough for everyone to hear.
The preacher went through his thing again, except this time to Natalie. "Hang on, I might take you up on that," she murmured back before grinning and saying, "I do."
"Then by the power vested in me by the State of Massachusetts, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." People clapped while Dan pulled Natalie in for a quick kiss on the lips. "Pathetic. I'm sure you can do better," Natalie said under her breath. Dan grinned, "The night isn't over yet." Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her down the aisle.
"Ready to see the cake?" Dan asked. Natalie rolled her eyes and nodded, "I still don't see why you're so secretive about it." Dan opened the door to where the reception was being held. Inside was a huge twelve-tier cake with pink frosting roses.
Natalie gasped and had to quickly wipe the tears from her eyes, "My birthday cake." Dan grinned, "Well, since your old one had an Avery-sized implant on it, I figured you might want to try again."
Natalie nodded absentmindedly, still trying not to cry. "Uh.. Natalie..? Are you oka-" Dan was cut off by Natalie grabbing his tie and kissing him, hard. Huh, I guess ties are good for something, Dan thought, remembering the last time he wore a tie (A/N: Remember, when Amy said he want one and then Avery used it to kiss him?).
"Hey! Wait for da honeymoon, yo!" they heard. Dan and Natalie broke apart to face Jonah, who had a five-month-old in his arms. "Aw! Look at the little mini-Jonah! What's his name, Jonah Junior?" Dan asked, taking the baby boy in his arms.
"Nah. I ran that by Kylee, but she was all 'No! Our babies needs to be individuals!'. So this is Jaden. His sister's ova there with Kylee," Jonah said. Dan and Natalie turned to see Jonah's wife, Kylee, holding another five-month old.
"Aw, what's her name?" Natalie asked. "Jada," Jonah answered, grinning. "Jada and Jaden. Very individualized," Dan assured him. Jonah rolled his eyes, "I know. But Kylee was all "Twins need something to bind them together! Blah Blah Blah!'." Jonah mimicked. Dan and Natalie giggled.
"Not that being superstars ain't gonna bind them anyways. That right there is the next Jonah Wizard, yo!" Jonah hollered, effectively waking up Jaden, who burst into tears.
"Oh great job, Jonah!" called Kylee, who hurried over. She practically threw Jada into Jonah's arms and rocked Jaden until he calmed down. She let out a huge sigh of relief and blew her matted down blond-brown bangs out of her face.
Dan laughed, "The next Jonah Wizard indeed." And they walked away to greet someone else. After meeting with the rest of the clue hunters Natalie and Dan finally settled down at a table with Amy and Ian.
"Oh hey, guys. Did you see Jaden and Jada? They're so cute," Amy said when they sat down. "Yeah. Jonah's got his hands full though. Can you imagine the great 'gansta' himself changing diapers?" Dan asked. They all laughed.
"Well can you imagine my brother changing diapers?" Amy and Natalie asked in unison. Both Dan and Ian turned bright red. "One of the Holt twins is pregnant. Sinead, too," Amy said, "except they're both about to pop." "Really? What are they going to name it?" Natalie asked.
Amy thought for a moment, "I think Sinead and Hamilton are waiting to find out if it's a boy or a girl. So if it's a girl then they'll name her Nicole. If it's a boy then he'll be Eric." "Those sound like names Sinead would use for her children," Natalie mused. They all nodded.
"I'm not sure about Madison/Reagan, but I think it's a boy. Not sure about the names, though. "Well," Dan said, grabbing Natalie by the wrist, "this has been the best wedding ever." Natalie nodded and kissed him. Amy and Ian rolled their eyes. "Let's leave the lovebirds to make out in peace," Amy whispered. Ian, attempting to cover his eyes, nodded.
-8 ½ months later-
Ian sat in his living room with his extremely-pregnant sister, Natalie, sipping tea and watching reruns of some old American show called Seinfeld. "So... are Elaine and Jerry a couple or not?" Natalie asked. Ian shrugged, "I never really understood this show."
Natalie shrugged, "I guess that's why we married Americans." Ian shrugged nonchalantly, "I guess so." "So, how's Rebecca/Maria doing?" Ian asked. Natalie gave a face of pure pain, "It appears she has found my bladder and finds it very amusing to play with it."
Ian laughed, "Amy had the same problem. Then Hope discovered the spleen and it all went downhill from there." Natalie burst out laughing. She would've doubled over except... you know... there was a baby in the way.
Suddenly the home phone rang. Ian groaned and walked over to it. "Hello?... Daniel? What's wrong? Is Amy okay?... She what?!... Slow down, Daniel. What happened?!... Okay! We're on our way!"
Then Ian dropped the phone and ran out the door. Natalie, who had pieced together what had happened, grabbed both of their coats and the car keys and followed him.
"AMY!" Ian screamed as he burst into the hospital. "Excuse me, sir, can I help you?" asked desk lady, who was fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously.
That was when Natalie stepped in, "Excuse me, but we need to see Amy Cahill in Labor & Delivery." The lady shook her head, "Sorry, hun. Amy Cahill is in labor, which means only the father, doctor, nurses, and maybe the parents are allowed in. Now, you and your gorgeous son can wait until she's done."
Natalie's jaw dropped, "Excuse me?! HE ISN'T MY SON! HE'S MY BLOODY OLDER BROTHER, AND AMY IS HIS WIFE! NOW. I AM SEVEN MONTHS PREGNANT AND I SURE AS HELL AM NOT GOING TO TAKE ANY CRAP FROM YOU! BELIEVE ME, NEVER MESS WITH A PREGNANT WOMAN WHEN SHE'S TICKED OFF!"
The waiting room went silentand everyone stared at Natalie. She turned to face them, "What? Have none of you had kids as you wait in the waiting room for the Labor & Delivery Wing?" They all went back to what they were doing.
The desk lady's face was all scrunched up, "He's older than you? So he must be like... fifty or something?!" Natalie's jaw dropped again, and she raised her hand threateningly. But Ian grabbed it, "Natalie, not the place or time. You can smack her after Hope is born."
Natalie glared at the woman but nodded, following Ian into Amy's room, despite the woman's protests. "Are you the father?" the doctor asked as soon as Ian walked in. Ian nodded. "Oh thank goodness. She's refused to push until you got here."
Ian rushed towards the bed. "There. Your husband is here. Now, can you please push the child out?" the doctor asked, clearly exasperated. Amy nodded and pushed. It went on like the for a while until the doctor said, "The head is out."
"Finally!" Dan groaned. Amy glared at him, "YOU TRY PUSHING A WATERMELON OUT OF YOUR...er... AREA AND TELL ME HOW YOU LIKE IT!" Let's just say that shut Dan up.
Then, after 6 hours of pushing and screaming and smacking of spouses, Hope was born. She had blue eyes like most babies, but it was clear they would turn green over time. On the very top of her head was a patch of jet-black hair.
There was some controversy over her last name, mainly because both Rebecca Kabra and Maria Kabra didn't sound right. "Too many "uh's"," Dan had said. Ian agreed and didn't want to relinquish the last name.
After half an hour of arguing everyone agreed that even though Hope Kabra sounded better, they would do the Madrigal thing and call her Hope Cahill.
-7 years later-
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" a four-year-old girl bounced up and down in her limo seat, red curls flying everywhere. Her seven-year-old sister rolled her jade-green eyes and said, "Duh, Madeleine. If we were there the car wouldn't be moving."
"Thank you!" exclaimed the American girls' British father. The girls' mother smirked and said, "I swear, Hope, you are just like your father." Not sure whether that was an insult or compliment, Hope just sat quietly. The one-year-old boy in the car just sat there babbling.
Suddenly, the car stopped. All three of the children went silent, and both the parents clicked the pistols they had concealed. The seven year old clenched the pocket knife she had hidden in her pocket. There was a quick rap at the door. The parents hid their pistols under their legs, and the father cracked the window down.
"Ian Kabra?" asked the man. "Is there a problem?" asked the father, not directly answering the question. "Yeah, actually, there is." Madeleine grabbed Hope's hand and squeezed her eyes shut. Hope could tell her parents were worried. They always exchanged "the look" when they were worried.
"Now. If you would be so kind as to open the window so we may speak..." "And you are...?" asked the father, accent more prominent. There was a click, then Hope found herself against the door with a gun pointed at her head. "The man who's going to kill this half-branch scum if you don't open the damn door."
Hope took out her pocket knife and tossed it over to Madeleine and spoke to her sister through her eyes, like her mom and Uncle Dan did.
Hope: Hide it.
Madeleine: Why give me a knife? Mommy and Daddy have guns.
Hope: Just hide it! I have a feeling we're going to need it.
Madeleine: Fine.
Madeleine put the knife in her pocket, jade-green eyes wide with fear. Ian, the father, reached out and opened the door. The man moved so that Hope was pinned against him instead of the door. He had on a mask and wore his hoodie hood up.
"Drop your weapons. Both of you." Slowly, Madeleine's parents both placed their pistols on the ground and kicked them over before placing their hands up. Madeleine hid behind her dad and watched. "I have had it up to here with you all. You cross-breeding to create these... things."
Both Madeleine's parents faces turned red. Madeleine looked over to her sister for support.
Madeleine: What do I do?
Hope: Use the knife.
Madeleine: How?
Hope (rolling her eyes): With the pointy end.
Madeleine: Hope!
Hope: Sorry! Just do something!
Madeleine: I'm scared.
Hope: Hurry!
Madeleine ran up behind him and did the only thing she could think to do. She jammed the pocket knife into the arm the man had the gun in. The man dropped the gun and screamed. He was about to do something else, but Madeleine's parents grabbed their guns and pointed them at his head.
"Hope, call Uncle Dan and tell him what happened," said Madeleine's mom. Hope nodded and took out her iPhone whatever number the latest one was (Madeleine couldn't keep track of them all). She tapped it a couple times then put her ear to the screen, "Hey Uncle Dan!... Uh something happened... No we're all fine... This guy came out of nowhere and almost shot me! ... I promise I'm okay!... Mommy and Daddy have guns pointed at his head! ... Yeah... Madeleine stabbed them!"
She continued the conversation and then hung up. "Uncle Dan said he's sending people over," she told their parents. "Good job, Hope!" said Madeleine's mom, who had reached down to pull the hood and mask off. Madeleine didn't know what was in it, but her parents sure did.
"Morgan," both of them said. Madeleine burst out laughing. "Ha! He has a girl name! He has a girl name!" Hope rolled her eyes. "Morgan is a boy's name too." Madeleine stopped and looked down, "Oh."
They heard car noises and turned to see another limo driving towards them. "Uncle Dan!" Madeleine exclaimed. "Shh!" said Hope. But by that time the limo had parked and Uncle Dan had jumped out and spun Madeleine around, making her giggle. "Hey Maddie!" "Hi Uncle Dan! I stabbed the bad guy!"
Normally, this would disturb a normal person. Of course, this were Cahills, so none of the people or circumstances were normal. So, Madeleine's Uncle Dan said, "Good for you! Kick his butt, ninja style!" Madeleine giggled.
"Daniel. I see you haven't changed at all. Whatsoever." Dan turned to Madeleine's dad and said in a fake British accent, "Ah, sir Ian Cobra, I see you haven't changed at all either. And I daresay I still cannot believe that my sister married you." Both of the girls giggled at that.
"Ah, but you forget Daniel, my sister married you." "Ah, very true, very true. It would appear your sister has far more sense than mine." Madeleine's parents rolled their eyes. Amy, Madeleine's mom, said, "So, Dan. How're the girls doing?"
Dan grinned, dropping the fake accent. "Becks is doing great. Maria is... like Natalie... but I guess that's what I get for marrying her." Dan's daughter Maria was the clone version of Natalie. She threw her first Prada-related-tantrum last week. Natalie was so proud
"Um... guys? The guy that tried to kill me?" Hope drew their attention back towards the matter at hand. "Oh, right." Dan whistled, and two huge, obviously Tomas men walked up and cuffed this Morgan guy. "Isabel sends her regards," he sneered. The color drained from all of the adults faces.
"What?" asked Madeleine's mom. "Oh, and tell your pretty wife Isabel loved the tweezers she lent her," Morgan spat at Dan. Then the Tomas men dragged him into Dan's limo and drove off. "Mind if I ride with you?" Dan grinned half-heartedly. Ian and Amy rolled their eyes, but agreed.
Now it was 10:00pm, and all of the kids were asleep. The Cahills and Kabras were sitting in Ian and Amy's living room around the fire. "What are we going to do?!" Amy exclaimed quietly, trying not to wake up the baby boy asleep in her arms.
"I have no clue. What was with the 'half-branch scum' comment?" Ian asked. Dan shrugged, "We knew this would happen eventually. The Cahills aren't exactly... tolerant of one another."
"Dan! My crazed mother broke out of a high-security mental facility!" Natalie exclaimed. "I know, but-" "She tried to kill our daughter!" Amy and Ian whisper-yelled in unison.
"She'll try again, too," Natalie predicted in a grim voice. They all nodded. "So what do we do?" Dan asked. A tear fell down Amy's cheek, "We have to hide them. They can't know about the Cahills, or any of it."
"So... do their last names change?" Ian asked. Amy shook her head, "I don't think we'll have to take it that far. But doing the father's last name might throw people off, so that might be a good idea. Nothing remotely Madrigal related. Or Cahill related for that matter. And we'll have to move. And-" "Hey, Ames, don't stress yourself out," Dan comforted her.
"What about Hope and Rebecca? They'll probably remember something," Natalie countered. "We'll tell them that we used to have government jobs and that we were targeted all the time," Dan offered. Everyone shrugged and nodded in approval.
"So, that's it then? We just... drop off the face of the Earth?" Dan asked. Amy shook her head and hugged the baby she was holding, "We just don't tell them. With any luck they'll never find out and no one will find them. It's the only way to protect them. They have to grow up without the Cahills."
A/N: So.. what did you think? I'm not going to set a review limit, instead I'm going to sit back and watch the reviews roll in. Don't disappoint me! Okay, well I promise something Sweet Sixteen related will happen soon... probably in the next chapter. This is just the confusing back story chapter. In case you hadn't noticed, the chapters are going to be way longer in this story. And there will probably be more. I'll try, anyways. Oh well. Links to Natalie's wedding dress and Nellie's dress are on my profile.
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